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68. Blood Traces on the Snow

Author: Monica Wild
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-12-04 17:35:19

Winter was at its peak. The city was wrapped in a thick white blanket, covering the truth while reflecting lies. Snow piled up on the roofs of buildings, hung from the edges of windows, and buried the streets in a cold that made breath create long wisps of fog.

But last night’s tragedy at the casino opened a new crack.

That crack is bloody.

The police are conducting an intensive investigation and focusing their attention on this case. The casino has been temporarily closed and sealed off by the
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